Nothing Left To Do But Smile.

Death Comes At You No Matter What You Do In This Life, And To Equate Drugs With Death Is A Facile Comparison.

If You Can Create A Reality That Is Entirely Fictitious, It Doesn't Owe Anything To This Stuff Out Here, But You Interact With It On Your Own Terms. I Mean, If You Took It To The Point Where Finally You Get, Say, Tactile Feedback, So You Were Wired In In Terms Of The Whole Nervous System. The Sensorium. You Would Have The Ultimate Art Form. I Mean, Any Painter Would Want It, Any Filmmaker Would Want Access To It You Know, Any Musician Would Want Access To It. It Would Eliminate The Need For The Divisions Between What We Describe As The Arts, Converting The Whole Thing To Experience.

You Have To Get Past The Idea That Music Has To Be One Thing. To Be Alive In America Is To Hear All Kinds Of Music Constantly: Radio, Records, Churches, Cats On The Street, Everywhere Music. And With Records, The Whole History Of Music Is Open To Everyone Who Wants To Hear It.

The Pursuit Of Happiness Is Such A Large Of Concept.

I Think The Muslim Religious Is A Little Too Tight. It Doesn't Fit Humans. Humans Can't Possibly Fit Into It, So There Are A Lot Of Really Unhappy People, Terribly Repressed. It Is A Religion That Works Against You Because The Template Don't Fit. It's Not Human, You Know.